The genie appears. The young man behind the plow freezes in place like a statue with one foot raised. A bird land on his head and makes itself comfortable.
"Hm. Still unsatisfied? I guess maybe you desire too much. Well, I know a thing or two about lowering desires..."
The world shifts. You're a young colt in a corral. A rope loops over your neck. You rear up and struggle as the cowboy moves in.
"He's got a lot of spirit. But gelding him will fix that!"
No, you scream for the genie, as the cowboy pulls out a elastator and a bowie knife.